[As brief as the shock, there's a little flash of frustration and irritation through his mind -- he doesn't think on it much, but as instinctively averse to the idea of entertaining any strong feelings as he is, it's a little bit of a slap in the face from the universe to have be completely unable to hide from someone when he does have a feeling. It fades into his usual calm almost immediately, but as Donut keeps speaking, is gradually replaced with wary apprehension.]
[All the while, he smiles calmly.]
I had not intended to. One bows only... to one's own god, I've been told.
[He doesn't ask about whatever it is Donut is building up to -- at least, not with words. Instead, he looks at him, steady and attentive, still poker-faced.]
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[All the while, he smiles calmly.]
I had not intended to. One bows only... to one's own god, I've been told.
[He doesn't ask about whatever it is Donut is building up to -- at least, not with words. Instead, he looks at him, steady and attentive, still poker-faced.]